Film criticism has Jonathan Ross. Television criticism has Paul Ross. The historical relationship between the big and the small screen has no better metaphor than the brothers Ross. Television may share genetic material with its sibling, but it has always been the poor relation to its glamorous and successful brother,...
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You didn’t even bother to take your jeans off, you dirty shit.” Ugh. My head throbs. Keith Moon is doing a comeback gig inside my skull, and it’s utter carnage. I try to unscramble my head as I slide out of said jeans, checking everything is where it should be;...
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Much is written and spoken about what a special festival Glastonbury is, but can we trust journalists who repeat this cliché in their articles? From my experience, most of them spend their festival cocooned in the press tent, desperately tapping out copy as deadlines loom. The same goes for the...
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